The sound of the dice spinning on the sapphire gambling table is like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Chu Yang's nails dug into the cracks on the edge of the table, where the coagulated blood of a gambler the night before was deposited. The pile of copper coins in the betting area suddenly tilted, and three "Yongle Tongbao" rolled upright in front of his left eye - facing the golden scar.
